Drake!
Carys was having way too much fun fake-shooting people in the face. Her charmed arrows zipped through the crowd with ease, dissipating into sparkly glitter once it entered a ten inch radius of the person or thing. She had pretty good aim, too, and had been focusing on scaring (more like annoying) Kate Dagworth for the past ten minutes. Merlin, she should take up archery in real life.
It had been a rather entertaining time, shooting off arrows and talking nonsense with some friends she hadn't seen. Being off the pitch meant a lot of time at home and away from the usual crowd, but everyone seemed to be finding her quite quickly in the crowd. By now it was common knowledge that she and Drake had basically eloped, but she was pretty sure that it was still on the hush-hush that she was up the duff. Most people asked her about her head injury and how that was going, and some less tactful people mentioned that she'd put on some weight (why do you think Dagworth was a target?).
She thought her costume had hidden her slight bump, but after the third comment about hitting the gym, Carys felt defeated. She found Drake and leaned against the bar counter by his side, annoyed.
"I need to shoot someone for real." Her eyes scanned across the crowd, looking for her next victim.
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